Made a little ditty~ You can check it out also at https://forsetifox.bandcamp.com/tra.....-songs-anymore
Just some quarantine vibes, not much else to say!
Lyrics:
The summer sleeps, the old man snores
The fall has fell, it starts to pour
I stare out of the window to the city like some bore
My lyric book lies empty, I can't quite find the chords
I've never been so in and out my head so much before
I just don't know how to write songs anymore.
I don't know how to write songs anymore
The coffee's hot, it's brewed noir
But I still feel a chill down to my core
Nothing's going on except the occasional trip to the store
The rain of plain old apathy soaks through the world outdoors
And I still feel my mind adrift, halfway to the Azores.
I just don't know how to write songs anymore.
I don't know how to write songs anymore
The cold pitter-patter of the Autumn rain falls to the floor
But that hardly matters in the eyes of any true auteur
And to go make a song that's a response to this year's such a chore
I don't know how to write songs anymore.
The summer sleeps, the weather roars
I'm still inside, who's keeping score
I stare out of the window and I still don't know what for
My lyric book lies empty, there's writer's block galore
And maybe in a century I'll fill my repertoire
I just don't know how to write songs anymore.
I don't know how to write songs any-
wait.
Just some quarantine vibes, not much else to say!
Lyrics:
The summer sleeps, the old man snores
The fall has fell, it starts to pour
I stare out of the window to the city like some bore
My lyric book lies empty, I can't quite find the chords
I've never been so in and out my head so much before
I just don't know how to write songs anymore.
I don't know how to write songs anymore
The coffee's hot, it's brewed noir
But I still feel a chill down to my core
Nothing's going on except the occasional trip to the store
The rain of plain old apathy soaks through the world outdoors
And I still feel my mind adrift, halfway to the Azores.
I just don't know how to write songs anymore.
I don't know how to write songs anymore
The cold pitter-patter of the Autumn rain falls to the floor
But that hardly matters in the eyes of any true auteur
And to go make a song that's a response to this year's such a chore
I don't know how to write songs anymore.
The summer sleeps, the weather roars
I'm still inside, who's keeping score
I stare out of the window and I still don't know what for
My lyric book lies empty, there's writer's block galore
And maybe in a century I'll fill my repertoire
I just don't know how to write songs anymore.
I don't know how to write songs any-
wait.
Category Music / Pop
Species Fox (Other)
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 3.27 MB
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